Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Austria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Smog to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Porter Ricks,
the Bar-Kays,
Q and Not U,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Guru Guru,
Mars,
Junior Murvin,
Ossler,
Ultra Naté,
June Days,
The American Breed,
the Germs,
Michelle Simonal,
The Associates,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
EPMD,
D'Angelo,
Lyres,
Rites of Spring,
Deakin,
Pylon,
Susan Cadogan,
Yusef Lateef,
Liliput,
Procol Harum,
Soft Cell,
Fear,
Lower 48,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kaleidoscope,
Reuben Wilson,
Moby Grape,
Pantytec,
Bronski Beat,
Tommy Roe,
Angry Samoans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Real Kids,
Blake Baxter,
Cheater Slicks,
The Barracudas,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultravox,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magma,
The Trojans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brothers Johnson,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Byrd,
Hashim,
The Pop Group,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash,
China Crisis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.